Forbidden Fairytales (An Erotica Collection)

I fucked my best friend's father, but in my defense, he was really tall, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and I was a sexually unsatisfied girlfriend.

I had gone for a sleepover at my besties house, she had invited me and one of our closest female friends. I didn't want to go, but I decided last minute to go and have girly fun and get my mind off my sad life.

But Immediately I stepped into her house, my friends had consciously or unconsciously reminded me of my problems. They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends.

“Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again.

“Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop”

      They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

“Must be nice,” I said, chiming in for the first time tonight.

“Oh, come on,” Lauren said, throwing a pillow at me. “Leonard can’t be that bad.”

Well, she was in for the shock of her life.

“We’ve been together for five years, and he’s made me come, six, maybe if you count the time I was already masturbating and close to coming before he swooped in to help me finish, seven times,” I said, annoyance in my voice. It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, you know what, scratch that, I cared all about the good sex I wasn't having.

“Are you serious?” Helen asked in disbelief. "But you said he always ate you out.”

“He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.”

Lauren and Helen looked at me with pity. This is why I hated over sharing, I prayed the ground to open up and swallow me.

“Have you told him about it? Have you guys had a talk about his deficiency?" Helen asked. I couldn't tell if she was mocking or pitying me at this point.

My phone rang, giving me a much needed excuse to not answer her embarrassing question.

"It's Leonard, he probably wants to know if I'm doing okay, I should pick this" I scrambled out of the room without giving them a chance to respond.

I walked into the kitchen, my phone lodged between my ear and my shoulder.

"Babygirl, how's girl's night going? I miss you" Leonard said.

Even though I was grateful for the timeliness of Leonard's call, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

I was embarrassed and sexually frustrated and he was the cause of it all.

"It's going great baby, I miss you too! We're about to watch a movie, I'll call you later baby" I said trying to end the call as soon as possible.

I could hear him grumbling on the other end of the line but I couldn't concentrate anymore because Mr. Albert, Lauren's Father had walked into the kitchen, shirtless.

     

I tried to tear my eyes away from him but he had already caught me. His smirk was an obvious indication.

Mr. Albert had been given me funny looks since I arrived earlier, but I had discarded the thought.

But the way he was staring at me right then was making me horny.

"Looking for something Claire? He asked. The sound of his voice travelled to my core and I instinctively clenched my thighs.

Claire, you have a boyfriend, he might not be satisfying you sexually, but that doesn't give you any right to sexualize your best friend's father for god sake! Get your head out of the gutter.

"Uhmmm. I needed -erm- water, yes water." I stuttered. Mr Albert looked at me like he was undressing me with his eyes, and honestly, I was too.

He looked too good for his age, his grey sweatpants say low on his waist. I could see the muscles of his body in the dim kitchen light.

"Go on then Claire" he leaned casually on the kitchen island and folded his arms. Like he was watching something interesting.

I stood on my toes to reach for a glass on the top shelf. My little shorts rode up my butt in the process. My fingers just barely grazed against it. I sighed, cursed my height and reached for it again.

      I felt a hand on my lower back, and I jumped.

“I’ll get it for you,” he said.

Goose bumps littered where he had touched. His hardness brushed up against my backside as he reached for the cup.

I closed my eyes and held my breath in guilty anticipation. He pushed himself harder against me before finally grabbing the cup. When he placed it on the counter in front of me, he brushed his fingers against mine.

      “Thank you” I breathed out, my heart beating frantically.

      “Not a problem,” he said.

      I imagined his lips on my ear, groaning how tight I am, his cock slamming into me over and over again, riding his cock till I come non-stop

He walked back over to his seat, and I took a deep breath, hoping to regain control of myself. I filled the glass with water and slowly drank from it, my eyes trained seductively on him. A trail of water trailed down my lips and on to my little tank top.

      He sighed. “claire darling, we have to stop playing this game.”

I shut off the sink and turned to him. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” he said.

His eyes slowly raked over me. He stuck his tongue out and licked his lips.

     

I shook my head. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I fantasized about his cock. “No, I don’t actually.”

He swore under his breath as his eyes traveled down my body my body again, lingering on my nipples.

His gaze met mine once more, then he crossed the space between us.

“Let's play then.” He took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the counter next to us.

      My heart raced as he roughly lifted me off the ground and on top the counter. He spread my legs apart and pushed himself between them,  he rubbed his hardness against my aching pussy.

      I placed a hand on his chest, feeling the muscle oh his chiseled body, and clenched. “Mr. Albert, we can't. I have a boyfriend, your daughter's is in the next room.” We both knew I didn't care about my boyfriend right now. It just felt like the right thing to say, and my best friend being a room away only made me more wet.

I was about to fuck my best friend's father while she was in the room next door.